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Friday, August 17, 2012

Why It's Not Okay to Pick Your Nose

I don't know this kid but I thought this picture was AWESOME

You know how there are things that you grow out of? Things
like wetting the bed, picking your nose, sucking your thumb, and pooping your
pants. And even though we may occasionally lapse back into these behaviors, (I
drank too much water before bed/sometimes there’s no other way to get a
flapper/what if I get scared at night/I should never have eaten that Cashew
Chicken) for the most part we’ve abandoned them.
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Even public figures get boogers!

Except for me. I’m not talking about any of the
above-mentioned habits, although all but one of those parentheticals is taken
from real-life. (Brutal honesty!) I’m talking about another behavior that I just
haven’t kicked. Notice that I didn’t say that I can’t kick it, just that I haven’t.
I could kick it if I wanted to. I could kick it like that girl who tears off
her t-shirt at soccer games after she kicks a goal. But I don’t. And it’s not so much a
bad habit—it’s a statement—a mindset really that I absolutely must get past.

Are you ready? Promise not to laugh? ‘Cause it’s actually a
pretty big deal. If you don’t understand why, I’ll explain in a minute

The statement is this: I can if I want to. It’s a phrase
that makes us cringe when it comes from children. It literally makes the hairs
on the back of my neck stand up. Not to mention the hair on my legs, which is
strangely sensitive to stuff like that. (I’m just kidding; I don’t have any
hair on my legs. Wink, wink)

So why is it such a problem for an adult to still be stuck
in this mindset? Let me give you a few examples and you can figure it out from
there.

‘It’s midnight. I’m totally exhausted and I should go to
sleep instead of watching another ‘Monk’ episode. So what? I can if I want to!’

‘I should get up and do the dishes instead of reading
another blog post. So what? I can if I want
to!’

Here’s the kicker and the one that’s causing the most
problems for me: ‘I am full and I absolutely do NOT need dessert. So what? I can if I want to!’

Here I am just a couple of short years ago. Do you see a double chin? Me neither!!

As a result of all of these examples in addition to a few
more like exercising, blogging, cleaning my house, doing projects on the house,
doing projects with the girls…I am tired, my house is almost always a mess and I’m
overweight. I’m not morbidly obese or anything, I’m just constantly
uncomfortable. Always aware that people are noticing that I am wearing shirts
that might be just a little too tight and that make my tummy sort of…roll over
my jeans.

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This is just a month ago. I am officially 'the fat sister' and I apparently did not watch enough Charlie's Angels. Yikes.

Here’s the deal: I don’t want this to be the way I go
through life. I don’t want to teach this to my kids. And as much as I may
preach against it in the years to come, if I continue on this way that will be
the lesson they learn.

My solution? Every
time I hear that thought run through my head I’m going to do my darndest to
smack it in the face, do some kind of Hulk Hogan/Rock move on it, and basically
send it to sleep with the fishes. Maybe then my house won’t smell like old
bananas and the treadmill won’t be so dusty. : ) Wish me luck! I’m off to find
some cookies do the dishes! BAM!